Chapter 1

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Sorry if its a little slow at first! Give it a chance! I promise it'll be worth it! Just need to lay out the plot!

♥Jacque

Chapter 1:

Daphne's POV

I hate those hard, uncomfortable, and very squeaky hospital chairs.  I got very acquainted with those chairs in the past three years.  My mom died of cancer two days ago. She had been fighting it for the past three years. I'm an orphan now. My dad died when I was just a baby. My mom raised me all by herself, until three years ago when she was diagnosed with cancer. Twice she had gone into remission and we thought it was gone forever, but it always came back and this last time it took her with it. I'm at my mom's funeral reception now. All these strangers coming up to me and telling me that they are sorry for my loss and asking me if I needed anything. Where were they when we needed help? Where were they when my mom suffered and I suffered with her? I needed them then. Not now. There's nothing they can do now. She's gone forever. My mommy is gone forever. There was nothing I could do to save her. If there was, I would have done it in a heartbeat.

The funeral reception just ended. Everyone's leaving. I feel so empty. My mom was all I had. She's the only family I have left. I didn't even cry at her funeral. I feel like I'm about to explode but I can't cry. I don't even know what's going to happen now. My mom's best friend, Glenda, is the only adult I can trust. I don't want to burden her any more than I already have. She's a mother of 4 kids. What would she want with a 17- year old orphan? Glenda said, “You can spend the night at my house and then tomorrow, we have that appointment with the attorney. Your mom left a will.” I nodded drearily. She asked, “Are you ready to go?” I answered, “I have to go somewhere. I'll meet you at your house later on.” She looked confused but before she could say anything I had taken off my heels and let my bun loose.

 I ran out of the house to the only other place I knew was safe. Glenda called out after me but I was already far. I finally reached my destination and slowed my pace to a jog. I jumped up the porch steps and held the doorbell. Mrs. Munoz came to the door and looked peeved by the disturbing visitor but then her face smoothed out when she saw who it was. She opened the door and welcomed me in. I declined and asked her to call Luke. I told her I would wait outside. I sat down on their porch swing and crossed my legs. I waited for him. I wasn't even sure if he would want to see me. The last time I'd seen him, well... it hadn't ended so great. I had said some things I didn't mean because I was stressed out about my mom.

 Luke then stepped out onto the porch. When he turned saw that it was me, his smile disappeared. I got up abruptly. He said sharply, “ My mom said I had a visitor. If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have wasted my time. I have nothing to say to you.” I don't know how but a tear rolled down my cheek. I choked, “Luke… She's gone...” He looked up at me and I ran to him. He opened his arms and I snuggled into them. I sobbed and he held me tighter and pulled me closer. I finally calmed down after about 10 minutes. He said, “I'm so sorry Daphne. What's going to happen?” “I don't know yet. We have an appointment with the attorney tomorrow. My mom left a will.” He nodded and looked away running his hand through his wavy brown hair.

 “Luke?” He looked at me and said, “What is it Daf?” “I'm so sorry about what I said last time. I didn't mean it. I was stressed and I said stupid stuff and...” He cut me off. “I know. Don't worry about it. You're forgiven. I'm sorry too.” I nodded, he pulled me closer and I laid my head on his chest.

Luke was my childhood best friend. I've known him for most of my life. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. He was there for me when no one else was. He knows every detail about my life and was there for me through my mom's battle with cancer.

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